CHAPTER 18
With no concept of time or knowing how long he’d been asleep, Layken forced his eyes open and blinked several times until his vision cleared. His head pounded, and undoubtedly, his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He shoved the aggravating oxygen mask off his face.
A dim light shone from a nearby lamp, and voices drifted through the open screen door.
He raised his head and spied the jar of water Sara Beth had left. Searing pain shot through his chest as he tried to sit. Dammit! He desperately needed water. He ran a dry tongue over his parched lips, then half-rolled to where he could reach the water. Even tepid, it brought relief.
The entire scenario came flashing back.
He was falling. Something extremely heavy crushed his chest, and water spilled everywhere. Oh yes. He rememb
